Ever seen RED..?

[cosmicB]

Anyone been so totally ANGRY that they saw only RED...
You couldn't see through it.. All you could see was intense solid blood red...

What happened to make you get that way..?

What did you do then..?

[AussieAdam]

Jeesh if you really ever got THAT mad then I would hope someone would call a doc and have you strapped up and taken away-- Godddd people who get like that see dead people and get messages from Hitler and Stalin

[cosmicB]

HeY!.. it happens... It can happen to anybody, given the situation go so harsh that you just can't take anymore crap from a crazed bully on the rampage...

I know your post is just you airing your instant opinion... and it probably doesn't deserve me turning it around back at you... But, you really didn't have-to post that crap in my thread... You could have just thought it, or mumbled it, or even shouted it out at the very top of your lungs...
It does nothing to add that puke to a thread... If you must turn threads into your excrement, then do it in your own threads... We don't want you vomiting in our threads puppy... That kind of careless hateful post only generates hurt and animosity.. so, since you tossed your little flaming-poopie at me, I now have full-right to toss it right back at you... Hope you can see that it's only fare, given that what you did is called "flaming"... so, I'm just gonna toss a little cold water on your fire, if that's ok with you.. and even if it's not ok...


Funny you should say that we see dead people... I see dead people just before they will be dead...
The last living dead ones I saw dead before they were dead was in the middle of British Columbia Canada... I was hitch-hiking on the out skirts of a small town, heading straight north to the Hazelton Mountain range, when I hears a loud muscle-car in the distance, winding up the country roads from about mile away... Its engine extremely Powerful, with lots to spare, screaming through the morning's crisp air...
Then I sees a dust cloud, a quarter mile away, comin' towards me, too fast!..
In seconds a dark green, maxed-out, Dodge Charger is heading straight for me... quickly I moves down the road a hundred feet... The car slides onto the highway sideways, brakes locked.. the driver's side tires leave the road.. nearly peeling the tires off the rims... its engine stalls... While they're trying to get the thing started I continue walking along the highway, putting as much distance between them and me... I gets a premonition that I best be ready to duck a flying beer-bottle... I pushes my backpack up above my head, and pulls-in my shoulders... thinking, " I hope it doesn't hit my legs, but if it does, I'll heal"...
They finally get their car started, and burn rubber for a hundred feet... The flying beer-bottle missed me by six feet... As they passes me, I sees four bright white, animate people-skeletons in the car... The front passenger's skull turns to me.. it lifts a beer bottle, and takes along drink... I sees the golden beer liquid falling down behind his ribs.. it's skull facing me, its jaw moves as if to be grinning at me...
With tires still screeching they're gone down the highway like a cannon-shot, around a huge curve, out of sight.. that poor abused engine roaring over-amped echoes upon echoes, shrill sounds cutting the forest's silence...

Less than a minute later I hears a faint slam, accompanied by a barrage of the recognizable high-pitched sounds of rubbing screeching ripping sheet-metal.. then total silence...

I gets a ride a couple minutes later... A mile down the highway is a green Dodge Charger, with its front end in the back of an old red pickup truck... It is extremely difficult to tell they really were two vehicles once... Blood and body parts scattered everywhere...

Yeah, ok.. so I see the dead.. but I sure don't talk to them.. and if a dead person talked to me I'd probably freak....

I never ever got a message from ole Hister.. but I sure have got a message for him, should he ever dare knock at my door... I'd give him a tender loving shotgun blast from my Weatherby, with an XL load solid-slug, straight up his arse!..
Does that count for calling the doc to bring his straps..?

So what did ole Hister tell you when you chatted with him..?

Sounds like you are big into straps.. It's your topic puppy...
So, do you wear straps a lot?..
What are your favorite colors in straps?..
Do you wear them to bed?.. to work?.. when you play and pray?..
Does your mummy strap you in when you're tantruming...
Who's your doctor of preference?.. What kind of doctor is he or she?.. Are your treatments taking?.. I thought they didn't permit Internet access in those places..? How did you manage that?.. What's your big secret?..

I wonders why you posted that little pile of gibberish rubbish..?
Was it intended to hurt my feelings?..
Do you get-off hurting people's feelings..?
How many people's feelings do you hurt per day..?
What's your "guiness book" record for one day?..
If I searched the Web for your handle, would I find mostly flames and insults in your posts...
Do you have a chip on your shoulder..? or a sliver in your bum..?
Does hurting people's feelings make you orgasm..?
Even when you don't see them being stung by your words, does it still make you orgasm..?

There are other ways of getting your rocks off... Would you like to try new things to get you wet, Besides bullying people..?
There are lots of kind gentle folk, here in this wondrous forum, who would welcome the opportunity to help you learn about love, and kindness, and respect...
Do you want us to help you out of your personal little hell..? It can be a walk in the park, if you truly want to learn how to respect people...